My Mind Walked Down a One Way Street

I walked along a one way street, A one way street inside my head. I was in charge of every thought I made, every step I took, I knew exactly every word I said. But people mistook me, didn’t listen, Mistaking the meaning of what I spoke. They heard the words in a different way than had been intended, It was only ever meant to be a joke. But then I thought just maybe my humor, Wasn’t funny, instead being crude and strange. It was rude, vindictive, laced with venom, antagonism and spite, The direction I walked would need to change. I walked along a one way street, A one way street inside my mind. Unfortunately I walked the wrong way entirely against the traffic, My compassion needed reflection to be redefined.